01-05-2025, 03:34 PM
Sasha blinked at her response. A god? How could he be a god? He didn't know how to be a hunter, much less who he was hunting? He didn't even know why he was being hunted only that they'd come after him twice now. If they were even the same people. How did she know what he was talking about?
But her trust in his judgement made him smile a little brighter. He put the other of his stash away. She lounged across the ground, bathed in the glow. He might almost find it alluring if he wasn't afraid of her. But the thought quickly vanished as her nose started to bleed. It wasn't uncommon for his clients to find themselves in need of medical attention. Sometimes they fell ill right in front of him.
He didn't rush to help, but he did move towards here, carefully so as not to spook her. Sasha pulled a mostly clean rag from his pocket. He kept it for various reasons, this was one of them. He handed her the rag. "It's a good thing you prefer to swallow your demons and not sniff them."
Sasha quickly moved toward the edge of the fire light in the shadows of the day where snow still held its shape and he tucked his hands into the cold wet snow. He shivered as he returned to her and placed his cold hands against the back of her neck. It wasn't the first time he'd dealt with a nosebleed, and it wouldn't be the last. Many clients came. Sasha had learned a lot of simple tricks to survive various ailments. "Whatever is filling your head is taking a toll."
But her trust in his judgement made him smile a little brighter. He put the other of his stash away. She lounged across the ground, bathed in the glow. He might almost find it alluring if he wasn't afraid of her. But the thought quickly vanished as her nose started to bleed. It wasn't uncommon for his clients to find themselves in need of medical attention. Sometimes they fell ill right in front of him.
He didn't rush to help, but he did move towards here, carefully so as not to spook her. Sasha pulled a mostly clean rag from his pocket. He kept it for various reasons, this was one of them. He handed her the rag. "It's a good thing you prefer to swallow your demons and not sniff them."
Sasha quickly moved toward the edge of the fire light in the shadows of the day where snow still held its shape and he tucked his hands into the cold wet snow. He shivered as he returned to her and placed his cold hands against the back of her neck. It wasn't the first time he'd dealt with a nosebleed, and it wouldn't be the last. Many clients came. Sasha had learned a lot of simple tricks to survive various ailments. "Whatever is filling your head is taking a toll."